Name: Now We Are Ghosts
Duration: P00H03M11S
Description: This is the true story of M-Dizzle and Toasty's journey of getting off of the street and onto some vaguely described form of purgatory.

Now We Are Ghosts

from Nice Try, Haters by M-Dizzle and Toasty

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This is the true story of M-Dizzle and Toasty's journey of getting off of the street and onto some vaguely described form of purgatory.

lyrics

M-Dizzle and Toasty, yeah we all about the paper,
Also, we're dead, we ghosts, made of vapor.
We tried to get on that party lyfe,
But, it was more fatal than a laser shark with a knife.

Doctoring Evil for ourselves, no plans,
Booze was bad for health, and our wallets, and our fans.
I died with my mouth full of my lunch,
Food came back around for another munch, munch.

Now I am a spirit, I float across the waters, and
Though I'm bone cold, my music's getting hotter.
Patrick Swayze, not alive, but I'm livin' it.
Take the rap game by force with my Roadhouse Kicks.

Don't worry, no I can't make contact
But I got myself a medium, yeah, I'm on that.
Give you goosebumps, writing in braille,
and dishing out raps from far beyond the pale.

Yeah, we ghosts, son, get with this,
We got no blood, we from the Crypts.

We might be ghosts but as rappers we're the realest
Can't get sick but you know we're still the illest
Got ethereal swagger/I'm a ghost on fleek
What's that on my head/damn right/it's a sheet

Float up in yo' crib/this is my ghost town
'Cause by the laws of physics/I am no longer bound
I'll take your homie into the backyard
And I'll make him speak Latin backwards

Your words go right through me/just like your bullets
Being incorporeal has got its benefits
You can't stop me/anymore
I'm floatin' through your walls/right in your doors

I'm impressive/possessive/and I'm made entirely of ectoplasm
My soul's not in hell/I'm standing above the chasm
I've got nothing left to prove/you know I'm the greatest
Look back at this beat/I've already killed it

Yeah, we ghosts, son, get with this,
We got no blood, we from the Crypts.

Ghost Dance!

Yeah, we ghosts, son, get with this,
We got no blood, we from the Crypts.

credits

from Nice Try, Haters, released February 25, 2015

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M-Dizzle and Toasty Walla Walla, Washington

We are the most super-hardcore amateur rappers in the Walla Walla Valley and possibly everywhere else too.

If you want us to sell out, please contact us. We would be happy to change everything about us for money.